The snow and water turned into mud, and Brother Lucia squirmed and curled up in it, like a dehydrated fish. He waved his limbs wildly and turned his head to sip muddy water, but this could not stop his body temperature from rising.
The most bizarre thing is that his mystique is also growing. Brenanin has never seen a person's fire intensity increase so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the hunter has passed the threshold of the high ring and is heading towards the final peak of the ring... No, he has already encountered the "Death Continuation" Path", the heat is still condensing...
People watched this scene helplessly. Brenanin observed the man's changes, Sadebo hesitated, and Xin knelt on the ground, trying to hold the monk down. He whispered something, whether it was a spell or a prayer, Bonin did not hear it clearly.
Mystery ensues. The snowflakes falling all around seemed to be summoned, gathering towards them and covering their hot bodies. Bonin knew that Xin's professional magic could change the weight of objects, and it was easy to pull snow flakes. In just a few moments, the mercenary had created a snowdrift in front of him, which was constantly vibrating by Brother Lucia's struggling movements.
The snow rubs and falls, accompanied by wailing. The mercenary clamped the opponent's arms with one hand and pressed the person firmly into the snow with the other hand. The wind was blowing violently in the forest, and the chill was permeating the air. The hunter's painful moans gradually subsided, and the heat stopped expanding.
Brenanin exhaled a breath of white air, blinking and being swallowed by the cold. When he touched his forehead, the sweat had frozen.
At this time, he noticed a slight noise coming from behind him, turned around and saw "Ground Breaker" Sadepo quietly retreating. Brenanin was immediately furious. Leave me and run away? Don't even think about it.
He caught this guy. "Fire potion? Where did you get the courage!" It had only been two years since the disaster in Yotsuye City, and even large associations were very cautious about potions. "Beware of setting yourself on fire," the alchemist warned.
"No, it's different! This... this is not the original potion." "Earthbreaker" tried to withdraw his arm, but failed to break free. "The real Sovero liquid can affect even the Nameless One, it's just, uh, tobacco extract."
"Extract?"
"A little new breakthrough in alchemy."
Yeah? Bonin could not help but doubt. As an alchemist, no one knows the difficulty of crafting fire potions better than him. The most recent breakthrough for this thing was when the tower alchemist Chester refined the "Sovero" potion, which was abused by his apprentice in Four Leaf City.
Since then, tobacco watered with magic potion was first spread in the Bures Empire. The people of Black City watered their crops with potions, extracting their addictive ingredients and improving their best-selling products by leaps and bounds. At the same time, the potion is also less lethal - which means the product sells better.
The Oath Keepers followed. The mysterious race is dedicated to developing alchemical creations, not just potions. They borrowed the creative concept of "Sovero" and referred to the method of activating fire with magic potions, and finally successfully applied it to higher-end fields. During the White Night War, the Alliance released a new alchemical warship, whose core can efficiently convert fire into driving force.
But after testing, they came to the conclusion that "the fire of the Nameless One is more suitable as the core than the life of order", and became the primary target of the black wizard's attack. As a result, most of the alchemy warships sailing to the Sea of Singing were destroyed and were unable to return. Union soldiers were still carried home on tower pontoons.
In any case, Brenanin, as a nobody, would certainly not be honored by the versatility of his fire.
The original solution of Sovero is too dangerous, and the tobacco filter abandons its real purpose and instead emphasizes the senses. Therefore, at most it can only be the promotion of rituals... For the unknown, the effect of the Sovero potion is stronger, Can be used as a restorative potion. But now it seems that his estimate of its potential was far from adequate.
"The power of the Nameless One is innate, and he can light fires even without going through any rituals." the mercenary explained.
Brenanin blinked. Xin probably didn't know that those present were either nameless people or hunters who specifically hunted down nameless people.
"The fire potion is not of that great significance to the Nameless One." He concluded.
Having said that... "You actually turned it into poison?" Brenanin asked Sadepo.
"You don't understand at all. It's not poison... Anyway, it's none of my business if he does this." He seemed to be speechless, probably because the mercenaries were present. "I think this guy must have committed a heinous crime to be unlucky," Sadbo spat.
The mercenary ignored him. Xin looked at the monk rolling in the snow. The heat has condensed into wisps of white mist, wrapping the human body. "We heard earlier that there was a plague in Cougainvillea. Well, Little Spike's father told me that people in the town would have a fever."
"They get sick and recover, but they don't die. The original Sauvero would have caused massacre in the city." The scar on Sadepo's face was twitching. "Okay, I admit, we may have accidentally killed some mortals." He declared.
"Friendly fire? Open your eyes and take a good look at what you have done to this town."
Without warning, a large amount of water vapor evaporated, and the air suddenly felt as stuffy as a bathroom. The monk let out a scream, and his limbs danced wildly, tearing through the mist. Hot water vapor spurted out in all directions, and Xin had to withdraw his hand.
Brenanin frowned: "What happened?"
"He's as hot as a stove. He might be able to boil water." The mercenary rubbed his hands. "The fire is eating away at his body."
"He's dead," Bonin blurted.
"Yes. His fire and body have lost coordination. Cooling down is useless. His soul is about to burn out."
Along with the terrifying sound, the monk's body fluttered, and a rich blood red color appeared under the skin. After the mercenary let go, within a few breaths, he calmed down and lay wet on the ground. I don’t know if it’s sweat or melted snow.
Brenanin was speechless. he died! The potion actually killed him. The extract produced by Sadbo and his gang killed a high-level hunter. Damn it, this can't be true. He had never heard of tobacco filters being lethal.
Sudpo didn't seem to have thought about this possibility, otherwise he wouldn't have involved Bonin in this matter. A look of surprise and regret appeared on "Ground Breaker's" face, which made Brennan furious.
"Sovero is the oil of the soul." Trouble in the Eyes of fellow countrymen said, "You improved it and sold it to people in the town. I guess there were no mysterious creatures in Cougainvillea before the monks showed up, right?"
Sadepo frowned: "There are no high-level people. There are adventurers in Xiangdou Town, but they are basically low-level people." Mysterious creatures in the mortal kingdom have almost no way to change jobs, let alone be promoted upwards. "This guy died suddenly, but everyone else was fine! I guess it was him who had a problem."
"He died like a man from Yotsuba City who drank the original Sovero." The mercenary said, "If you ask me, this has nothing to do with your behavior of spreading the extract."
At this moment, Brenanin had to admit that Xin's deduction was more logical than Sadebo's argument. Moreover, even he himself had intentionally explored the Sovero potion incident before heading to Yotsuba City. The fundamental interests of the Nameless Ones are the same. Fire, as the source of talent, is a mystery that the secret society cannot avoid. Naturally he considered searching for the answer to it.
"It turns out it's you. You came here and brought the 'cold plague' with you." Brenanin murmured. "People thought they were sick, but they actually bought the tobacco you spread. But... filtered by tobacco A further improved potion? This..."
"...It's too cost-effective." The mercenary continued, "Whether it is the original solution or the tobacco filter, it is not something that is easy to spread on a large scale."
Is the improvement based on cost? Brenanin was well aware of how difficult it was to develop and perfect alchemical potions. Many times, alchemists only operate according to recipes and do not understand the principles, let alone optimization. Bonin has created many magic potions, and even if they are not as good as "Sovero", they are far better than Noroko's. He was quite convinced that even if it was the cheapest magic potion in the world, the cost of such a waste would not be something that "House of Frost and Dew" could bear. It’s impossible for this small association to have the support of more than half of the kingdom, right?
The most important thing is the origin of the recipe. In the mysterious realm beyond the Seven Fulcrums, the preciousness of alchemy is self-evident. The alchemist will undoubtedly regard all the recipes he comes into contact with as his own exclusive secret recipes, and will not share them until his death. There are even some magic potions that only specific people can use, such as the crystal of "universal quality". This was created by Bonin with the talent of the unknown and cannot be shared at all.
Suddenly, Brenanin's heart skipped a beat. My talent is the "Universal Quality" potion. Will someone in the House of Frost and Dew have a similar ability?
"If he dies, he dies. I'm so happy." After the hunter died, Sadepo became eager to get away. "Let's go, everyone. No one in this town will be sad about his death, I can guarantee that."
"The boy who made the crossbow, Xiaoding. He said he was the Nameless One." Xin suddenly mentioned, "I think you have something to say about him and his talent."
This is broken. Boning thought of the scene when they were in the village outside the town, and did not dare to expect the other party to be without suspicion. Besides, there's Sadbo here... "Wait!" He grabbed the Ground Breaker, "There's nothing to say!"
Sadbo shook him off. "Since you let Xiao Ding go, I can tell you the truth." This guy actually smiled at him. "I am the Nameless One, a member of the House of Frost and Dew. This monk is our enemy, so I insist on his life."
"Your friends are all over the world, Bonin." Xin sighed to the alchemist.
Brenanin knew something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do to stop Sadbo from speaking at this moment except cutting his throat. This bastard wants to reveal my secret to protect himself. For the first time, Boning felt that this old acquaintance was so strange.
"It can be seen that although you are not our compatriot, you do not approve of the hunter's actions." "Groundbreaker" coughed, "Is Bonin your companion? How much do you know about him? As far as I know, this A person is not as skilled as an adventurer as he is as a member of a society. He comes from a large secret society, bigger than the House of Frost and Dew."
Maybe I should take action. Brenanin thought. Sadebo was no Elig, in fact, he was far removed from his cousins. The former leader of the Little Night Valley Self-Rescue Association is dead, and standing here are his resentful remains.
But he thought of Fu Di, Ji Wan and Elig again, and thought of their deaths. In the end, Boning still couldn't make a move. Forget it, teaching Xin the secret doesn't seem to be a big deal.
The mercenary showed no expression. "I see."
From Xin's face, Boning couldn't see surprise, wariness or resistance, as if someone told him to go to the pub together later. Will he decide that Sadbo is lying? Bonin couldn't help but think.
Sadbo noticed it too. He continued to add: "You killed the hunter and the adventurer, which helped us a lot. The Frost Dew House is not an unscrupulous white-eyed wolf. We must repay your kindness. Please come with us to see the leader of the association. , man. He’s going to love this news.”
Sheen glanced at Brenanin. "I didn't kill him. In fact, I wanted to save him, and it was the Sovero potion that killed him."
This sounds like rejection, and it is. Brenanin was completely unprepared. Is it because of the alchemy potion? Yotsuba City had suffered heavy losses due to Sovero. If the mercenaries were worried about this and refused to form a secret association...
"Groundbreaker" did not change his words: "It doesn't matter, man, you are Brenanin's friend and my friend. I just invited him. Now, it's the same with one more guest. The leader will be happy to receive you and answer questions You two have doubts."
"Oh, don't bother him. Even you can answer my questions."
Sadbo snorted. "I'll do my best."
You have no idea what it means to answer this guy's question, Bonin thought. Xin is the keenest adventurer he has ever seen. In fact, among the more important figures he has ever seen, there are few who can compare with him. Although the mercenary is just a member of a team of adventurers in a remote area of a small country, if you underestimate him because of this, you will be fooled.
"How many people does your association, the House of Frost and Dew, have now?"
"More than you think." Sadebo replied, "After the Byrne envoys arrived, cold plague began to appear in the town of Coumadin. The local hunters fled after hearing the news, but their compatriots gradually gathered together. Generally speaking, hunters in small towns Li also has to be careful...but the guy you killed was a priest who changed his profession, and no one is his opponent. All we can do is spread rumors about Winnie Watts and the curse, so that Brother Lucia dare not approach him."
Xin glanced at the body. "I think he is not of the level that Gao Huan should be."
"Last time I saw him, he was not like this." Sadepo shrugged, "This guy injured two people and destroyed a warehouse for storing corn. We blocked the back road so that he could not catch up. Among them A wounded compatriot warned us that letting the hunters know that the Nameless One was hiding in the town would soon lead to a group of enemies... so we began to flavor the tobacco."
Despite the size of the secret society, the House of Frost and Dew still had no way to deal with the priests. Brenanin is very clear about the reason: the nameless person's fire can spontaneously ignite, but it is very difficult to increase the magic power and mystery. Most people are only low-level and rely on their natural strength to compete with adventurers who have changed jobs.
Once a true Fulcrum member of order is encountered, the association becomes unsustainable. The Seven Pivot Points have an orthodox inheritance in the mysterious field, far beyond the mysterious creatures of the mortal kingdom. If the two sides fight, the nameless people of the secret society will at best escape with the help of fire magic - since the talent does not fall into the orthodox category, the first appearance often has a miraculous effect.
The "Small Night Valley Self-Rescue Association" and the "Washmouth Restoration Legion" have historical backgrounds and naturally have mysterious heritage. The "House of Frost and Dew" is a purely civilian group, its members are farmers, workers, adventurers and other lower-class people. It is not easy to gather together, and studying the mystery is too far out of scope.
Thinking about it this way, it is not without reason that "Starless Night" has become a sacred place for secret societies. Brenanin suddenly realized that the seven lords of the Misty Star Society--I don't know what the Byrnes call them now--either came from the Seven Pillars of Order, or they were talented enough to find another way. Lords can gather intelligence and recruit members in the mysterious realm, and let these compatriots who embark on the career path share the inheritance with the nameless ones in the mortal kingdom.
The power of "Starless Night" is based on the orthodox inheritance of the Fulcrum of Order, and it also has enough power to protect the compatriots hiding in the Fulcrum of Order. What do we have? How, Bonin thought, could the Washimuthians surpass them? I'm afraid it's not possible. No wonder most associations can only hide in hiding, but "Starless Night" can build a city-state of unknown people.
"You should be able to understand, Xin." Brenanin had been pulled to Sadbo's side and had to speak for him and the Nameless One. Telling the truth for the first time in a long time? Something felt wrong about him. "Four Leaf City is adjacent to the Ice Territory, and the Knox Mercenary Group often operates in Winniewats. People don't even want to mention the turmoil that happened there seventeen years ago. Think about it, twice! Twice. Demon hunting activities all take place in the Ice Territory, so isn’t this a curse from the gods?”
"It's my question time, Bonin." Sheen looked over accusingly, but Brenanin noticed that his irritation was not directed at him. "If the Cold Plague is just a rumor spread by you, what is going on with the people in this town?"
"You said they got sick? Tobacco-derived potion, in order to scare the demon hunters, we have made some improvements. This will indeed cause..."
"I'm not talking about getting sick." Xin interrupted, "I'm asking about people who become nameless after getting sick."
...It was like thunder on the ground. Brenanin froze. Get ill. Become nameless. What's the meaning? He looked at Sadbo in disbelief.
After a long silence, Sadbo hissed: "You found out."
His answer amounted to yes. Brennanin seemed to be in a dream. By the gods, he was dizzy. Turn mortals into nameless beings? If this is true, then my alchemy is fake? If people could study the secret of the difference between the nameless ones and mortal fire, the order would have solved the secret society at its root!
"This is impossible!" he cried.
Sudpo didn't answer.
"Ninety percent of the people in Xiangdou Town are unknown people, right?" the mercenary asked softly. "First they were villages, then small towns, and finally spread to the passing caravans. Xiaodike is an example, but not The only one. Even his father...maybe just didn't light the fire. People have become nameless people, but they don't know it."
too crazy. Brenanin felt the blood all over his body rush to his head. Sadbo looked at him and shrugged again. "That's right." He told the truth. "Before spreading the magic potion to assimilate the town, we killed all the hunters in the town because they could detect our compatriots."
This is real. Brenanin's soul was pulled back into his body. At least it sounds real. There are indeed no hunters in Sweet Pea. They are afraid of the rumored "cold plague" and they are also afraid of the town.
What a hell. The cost of the potion is nothing compared to getting new compatriots. No wonder they spare no expense! If it were me, I would act immediately. He could barely contain the ecstasy in his heart.
From now on, the secret society will no longer be a minority. People all over the world will be potential compatriots, and the people's voice will be completely unified. Damn it, is there really such a thing in the world?
But he suddenly became frightened again. This matter really breaks through the imagination. The magic potion that can turn a person into an unknown person has changed the essence of a person's soul and is completely beyond the scope of alchemy! Brenanin has a pie-in-the-sky feel. In the blink of an eye, the number of enemies compared to compatriots has reversed, and the gap will become wider day by day. Is this a pie or a trap? Can we not pay any price?
"You improved the potion, but this monk died." The mercenary pointed out.
"This... is not an improved version... okay, I used the original potion." Sadbo coughed.
"You lied to me too, Sadbo?" Brenanin was furious.
"It's all a last resort! This guy is from the south, can't you tell? What happened in Yotsuba City back then... I didn't dare to be direct... Damn it, anyway, we prepared a big gift for the hunter: the real Sauvero, the fire potion , the kind used to cultivate tobacco. It can greatly activate the fire. If not prepared in time, the magic power of the high ring will be out of control." He frowned. "But I didn't expect him to die."
The mercenary didn't believe it at all: "I'm afraid you can't determine the consequences of using the magic potion, whether it is an improved version or the original potion. This is very dangerous. To be honest, where did the new formula of 'Frost Dew House' come from? ?”
"The talent of the unknown." It is indeed so. "Our compatriots can create all kinds of miracles that you can't imagine." Sadbo said.
Brenanin glared at him. "Unthinkable?"
"That's the truth. Alchemy and witchcraft are nothing compared to the gifts of the gods. We have already created miracles."
Miracle. The alchemist gritted his teeth and thought. The miracle of potions comes from the talent of the unknown. No one can explain it, no one can reproduce it. As long as the creator is alive, the energy will continue to be produced, and people actually call this alchemical potion! Ever since he entered the mysterious realm and became an apprentice, an alchemist and even a master of alchemy, he had never been so insulted. However……
Well, what else can I do? Brenanin had to throw away his decades of knowledge of alchemy and think from the perspective of the Nameless One. He always had to do this when studying the "universal quality". In fact, he suddenly felt that the talent he was so proud of was somewhat outdated. Starting from Cougainvillea, soon, a new storm will be set off in the field of alchemy in Knox... Bonin is glad that he is a nameless one, otherwise he will definitely think hard about the potion formula.
However, at this moment, the two laymen knew nothing about the alchemist's premonition. "If you still don't believe it, you can try it yourself." Sadepo turned around. "No matter what, I hope you can keep the secret, adventurer. You and your friends..."
"If I don't agree, will they show up immediately and kill us?"
Brenanin still hadn't reacted.
The next moment, there was a sudden commotion in the woods. Countless figures poured out from all directions, moving like wind in the snowy night, like ghosts floating around, surrounding them in the blink of an eye. He froze in place.
The adventurer also let out an exclamation.
Under the shade of the trees, among the shrubs, behind the branches and leaves and the snow, the figures kept overlapping and gradually approached. The white air produced by breathing gathered into clouds of smoke, and the sound of footsteps formed into violent wind and thunder. The dense forest is rustling, and I don’t know if it’s the tree trunks shaking or the crowd moving.
"You've been gone for too long, Sadbo. Everyone is worried about you." Someone said.
"I'm fine," Earthbreaker replied. A wave of murmurs arose among the trees.
The tunnel under the town... "You are more than just a small association." Bonin held the potion in his palm. Although Sauvero can create compatriots, at this time, my formula is obviously better. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
A broken smile appeared on Sadepo's patch-like face. "Did we scare you, Munro?"
Brenanin was speechless.
The crowd was dense and crowded among the trees. Bonin estimated that there was one third of the town. No, according to the mercenary's estimation, 90% of the residents... how many came? Dozens of people? Hundreds of people? He saw more than a dozen people carrying weapons or farm implements. How many more have we not seen? Boning felt that the world was covered by dark clouds of fire.
In a daze, he seemed to be back in the Restoration Army, surrounded by Washimuth people. It's not an illusion. Before the demon hunting movement, whether it was the Restoration Legion or Byrne, if they wanted to form a settlement, they had to be hidden in mystery for fear of being separated from the order. To join them, people must also give up their original hometown.
In an instant, Brenanin felt a mixture of emotions.
"It seems that the situation has been reversed." Xin sighed, "'House of Frost and Dew' has the upper hand. Boning, is it too late for you to connect with your old friends now?"
you still need to ask? The alchemist was surrounded by his compatriots, and for the first time he felt insecure. Under the heavy pressure of the coalition of order, there will be almost no struggle between associations, let alone such a disparity in numbers.
We have always been avoiding, guerrilla, and harassing, and only showing up when we have to, but now everyone is actively choosing to fight head-on. Boning originally wanted to see this scene in his dreams...
"Think of a way." The mercenary urged.
Brenanin held his forehead. "What can I do? I haven't seen him for several years."
"It seems to be the truth."
"Of course it's the truth." Bonin was unwilling to fight with his compatriots, so he could only think about how to convince the adventurers. Fortunately, although the situation was urgent, Xin was not too resistant to the nameless person. "Hell, I didn't expect there to be so many..."
"You think about it first, I still have something to ask."
Boning frowned: "Still asking?"
The mercenary had taken a step forward, and the forest suddenly became quiet. People all looked at him... His movements stopped. Brenanin couldn't see Xin's face, but he could hear his voice. For an adventurer, he was calm and collected.
"Everyone from Frostdew House," adventurer Xin said, "and the local residents of Sweet Pea Town."
But someone immediately interrupted: "We have already joined the association and are the same type of people."
"Okay, Miss Shamir." The mercenary smiled and called out the other party's name. "I will correct the mistake. Then can you please tell me when Sweet Pea Town joined the House of Frost and Dew?"
"Do you recognize me?" the other party asked. I'm afraid she really is a girl, Bonin realized, and Xin was right again. "We were the people of the gods when the cold plague began," she said.
"As far as I know, the people of God are what the Bain people call themselves."
"The same can be said of all the nameless ones, we are the same," replied another. "I also have questions that need to be answered. Brother, are you the one who attacked Ham and sneaked into the underground town?"
Sheen did not deny it. "I didn't hurt him."
"Indeed. Harm woke up safely and told us that you got the secret code of the society right. I want to know who leaked the secret. Identify him, man, and this misunderstanding will be solved immediately. We will invite You go to the chief’s hall and enjoy five kinds of special bean soup and pickled snow chicken.”
The crowd stirred slightly, and a gentle whisper came from the darkness. Sadbo frowned. "Are there any hunters' accomplices in the town?"
"No. It's the effect of the potion." Xin told them, "Birning is an alchemist and can create a potion that can steal information. In fact, there is no one who leaked the secret at all. Isn't that right, Berning?"
Brenanin hesitated for a moment. "That's it. Eligo knows about it, and Sadbo should have been exposed to it too. I call it Bug Eyes."
At this time, Groundbreaker nodded, and the atmosphere in the crowd relaxed. Only Brenanin knew that the method by which Xin found Frostdew House had nothing to do with potions. Maybe he didn't want to go into a lengthy account of how he discovered the clues.
Some people have long been impatient. "It's late at night and the temperature is cooling down again. Make a decision quickly, adventurer. Swear to keep it secret, or do you want to be beaten? If you really want to take action, your companions are also our compatriots, so there is no way they can help you!"
"I still have some in stock." Sadepo touched his pockets, but found nothing. Behind him, the person who had just asked the question handed him his pipe. "A little bit is enough for you to become a citizen of God." He assured the mercenary, "The tobacco content will not affect people's minds."
Promise him. Brenanin thought. In this way, everything will be fine. In addition to the potions, they can even carry out their original plan and continue to find the Bible... What we have gained is enough to create more possibilities for the future of the Restoration Legion. Times have changed, and becoming unknown is the way to achieve success.
Xin did not take it and motioned for them to hand the things to Boning. "Why not give him a chance?" He pointed to the body on the ground. "The hunter will also become a nameless one, won't he? Isn't it a good thing to turn an enemy into a friend? You no longer have to worry about his threat."
"Turning an enemy into a friend does not mean that the wrong things done before will be wiped out." Sadbo said calmly.
"It seems that in your eyes, I am more worthy of fighting for than the hunter."
"Brennanen can vouch for you." The leading man said, "He is a man of God and can be your guide."
A wonderful smile flashed across Xin's face. Brenanin suddenly felt uneasy. He has never been anyone's "guarantor" or "leader", and this is not the method of the Liberation Army. There are only two types of people in his association: Washimuthians and geniuses absorbed from downstream associations. This screening system can ensure the loyalty of the team and guide people to move forward to regain the kingdom.
The leaders guaranteed that the newcomers they brought were a way for the secret society to accept their compatriots, but the Washimouth Restoration Corps was not a team that truly fought for the future of the Unknowns. Only Byrne...
"Your potion formula was brought by Envoy Bain, right?" the adventurer said with certainty, "It is not someone's talent."
There was dead silence.
what's the situation? Brenanin expected people to retort, preferably to prove his innocence...but the mercenary's question caught them off guard. The silence at this time...
The people of Xiangdou Town did not speak, but under the induction of fire, they were constantly colliding with their emotions, clashing fiercely. This is very common among nameless people, but in reality, there is only silence.
Brenanin got it. The potions of Coumea Town are not the product of the power of the Nameless One, but the result of true alchemical craftsmanship. These lying bastards are lying again! He sobered up completely.
This is broken. Bonin vaguely noticed that the Byrnes seemed to be planning some kind of plan. They brought the magic potion for making compatriots to the "House of Frost and Dew" and continued to wander around Eastman. Cloverland was also visited by the Byrne envoys, but Sir Fritz Wiggins did not let them into the city at that time.
This matter can be spread among unknown people, but it must not be disclosed to outsiders. Brenanin knew that the people of Sweet Pea would never let them go easily. I should have stopped him earlier! How could I get him to make his words clear?
The reason was obvious. Boning had no way of predicting Xin's next move... "I understand." Xin made a gesture of surrender and did not touch the potion. "I will go back with you to see the leader. It is up to him to decide your secrets and my companions." He glanced at Brenanin. "To be honest, I have a clear conscience anyway."
Brenanin frowned. Should I be ashamed? But he did conceal his identity and planned to poison the Knox mercenaries. Well, come to think of it...
"The chief wants to meet you." Sadepo agreed, "but the focus is not on you. What we want is communication between our compatriots. Brenanin Munro, he is the person the chief is looking for."
"Great, then let him be my guarantor first. After meeting the leader, I will join you. After all, there is a guy who died miserably at our feet. I have to confirm your The leader is a boss worthy of service.”
Brenanin was caught off guard. "I promise he won't leak the secret." He squeezed out these words against his will.
"Follow me." Sadepo held out his cane to them.
Without waiting for Boning to demonstrate, Xin already walked around the corpse on the ground, reached out and grasped the glowing end. Brenanin hesitantly grabbed him.
"Your leader is not in Sweet Pea." He asked before leaving, "Where are we going?"
Not in Sweet Pea? Bonin was startled. Why didn't you tell me earlier? He instinctively wanted to let go, but was held down by the mercenary. As we all know, as long as you are caught by Xin, no matter how much your mind wants to struggle, such orders have nothing to do with your body...
"You'll know when you get there." Sadepo started the ladder.
Xin nodded. "It seems I won't be able to taste the local bean soup." He disappeared into the brilliance of the runes.
